I Hate YouI have something to say to a certain someone. Someone who I know will read this. Do you want to know what my secret is--even though it isn't much of a secret to the person this is meant for?
I hate you.
I hate you because you're always lying, always pretending everything is okay and just making up excuse after excuse.
I hate you because you can't just suck it up and stop being such a child, trying to make everyone else just as miserable as you.
I hate you because you never seem to do your best anymore, even though you insist time after time that you are.
I hate you because you're pathetic and weak, and you're too terrified to go through
She Can't Help But Feel Itshe can't help but feel it, that sensation of despairShe Can't Help But Feel It6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
always creeping beneath the barriers of false cheer
she can't help but feel it, that loathing all for herself
always concealed behind a smile which she's painted on with stealth
she can't help but feel it, that yearning to hate the sound of laughter
always threatening her carefully-crafted walls to completely and utterly shatter
she can't help but feel it, that terror as she gazes upon her reflecton; which is usually the key
always making her say the words over and over again in her mind
"that isn't me"
Welcome to WonderlandFalling down, down, downWelcome to Wonderland6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spinning 'round and 'round
All around, the ticking of clocks
Such a discordant sound
Right is left and left is right
Night is day and day is night
Up is down and down is up
Life is death and death is life
Voices whisper from every niche
Screams echo and cause a twitch
Claws and teeth threaten to kill
Eyes wild with bliss of such a thrill
Run, hide, fight, or plead
Nothing shall work, nothing you need
The sun and moon will laugh as you cry
As the Queen shrieks her commands to the sky
Blood forms penumbras as heads roll
A cry of defiance with each bell toll
The jury turns in accord, madness shining bright
DreamDon't ever stop feeling what you want to feel. Reel in all the emotions you care to hold deep inside you, and nurture them within your heart. Embrace the sensation of being the only one to truly change your future, as long as you shove past all your doubts and reach the highest capacity your fingers can brush against. Advance towards your goal with your courage for a sword, justice for a shield, and all your hope forging the rest of your armor to brave every adversity you face. Make your passions you have in life happen, as long as you remember to accomplish one simple act.Dream6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No More TearsThere is a desert beneath her eyesNo More Tears6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dry, desolate, despairing
Devoid of life; devoid of emotion; devoid of hope;
Now just a broken ravine carved by sorrow
Now just a barren canyon chiseled by fear
Now just a fragmented chasm sculpted by dread
Now just a tearless void
The words I finally figured out how to say.I know I always say that I don't have the right words, because I really don't...The words I finally figured out how to say.6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
But I'm going to try and put them down right now.
Growing up in the age of the Internet, we were always told to be wary and watch out. Since, you know, everyone is a perverted old man waiting to come and kidnap you.
But frankly...you guys are the best friends I have ever had. Through the emails, videos, phone calls, FaceTimes, etc...
You guys are the only reason I haven't completely given up yet.
I just want you all to know that sometimes I wish I could just rip off the screen and jump into it, so there wasn't hundreds of miles between us like there is now.
Diamonds And GlassA human soul is like a glass vase. So fragile, so easy to break. Just one touch, and it can shatter into a thousand shards. So many pieces that not even a lifetime would be enough turns of the clock to meld it all back together.Diamonds And Glass6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
So instead of being glass...
Why don't we turn our souls into diamonds instead?
After all, diamonds are one of the strongest materials to be found in nature that can be shaped into something beautiful.
Who wants to be seen as glass that can be pulverized with the slightest of pressure, when instead you can be viewed as one of the most durable and gorgeous souls in the world?
It's an unrequited love, isn't it?I know you will never read this.It's an unrequited love, isn't it?6 months ago in Letters More Like This
I know you will never get the chance to even catch a glimpse of this.
But I just want you to know that I love you.
You're perfect to me. I don't care about your flaws. I don't care about the faults that everyone else always seem to point out.
I really don't care.
What matters to me is that you are you. And because you are you, I love you.
I just wish you could love me back.
I just wish you could say the same words to me--to make me believe that I'm not the worthless thing I see in the mirror every day.
I just wish you could be here, comforting me when I need it, and telling me you love me over and over
FrostbittenWinter is her favorite time of the year.Frostbitten6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's beautiful. Silver and blue dance around with one another in a waltz of freezing passion as snow and ice douse the land in a blanket of boreal glamour. Glass windowpanes become easels for falling snowflakes, frost etching into the smooth surfaces in intricate and unique patterns.
Winter has always been her favorite time of the year, and it always will be.
It is not because of Christmas--no, even though she loves the holiday, it is not what sparks her strong fondness for the star-colored blanketing across the land. Her infatuation with the snow and ice and everything cold has to do with something
To My Guardian AngelDear guardian angel,To My Guardian Angel6 months ago in Letters More Like This
Don't be too offended by this, but...are you even real? Are you watching me type this out right now, this second, like you should be? Or are you just some entity that is said to exist, but in reality, it's just a lie?
I want to know, if you are real, then why haven't I exactly gotten the guidance I need lately. Why haven't you protected me, like you're said to do, from all the things in my life that make me feel like I'm dying inside?
Why haven't you protected me from myself?
If you have tried, then, well...obviously you haven't tried hard enough for me to realize it or sense it.
Please. Try harder.
If you are truly
The MaidenOh, sweet Daughter of NatureThe Maiden6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thrown down, down, down into the depths of the Underworld
Taken by force, so tempting of pure radiance
Residing on a throne of bleeding bones
Queen of screaming souls, innocence corrupted by shadows
Corralled in the tormenting land of freezing hellfire
Defiled by the Lord of the Dead
Tricked by cruel fate to taste the forbidden fruit
To remain forever a prisoner until wrapped in a mother's loving embrace
Weep not, Fair Maiden, for deliverance is at hand
By the kiss of a saccharine summer breeze
''The dead have feelings, too.''"Aria."''The dead have feelings, too.''6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though I am still reeling from our previous argument, I force down my pride and turn my head to face where Darien's voice is coming from. I'm sure my cheeks are flushed with rage, yet I constrain the cluster of spiteful and venomous words that are still dripping on the tip of my tongue.
Darien's form comes into view--the rage from just minutes before must have made him lose his corporeal appearance--and instantly his eyes meet mine. They are still somewhat cloudy with anger, but as we stare down one another in silence, I see that anger slowly change into something more or less acceptance. He sighs, running a hand through his shaggy
What is fear?I was told to find out about fear. They said to ask people what fear was. So first, I asked a small child.What is fear?6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“What is fear?”
The child frowned thoughtfully. “Fear is when the monsters under your bed are out to get you and you know it, but your mommy and daddy don’t believe you.”
I thanked him and kept going. Next, I asked an old woman.
“What is fear?”
The old woman looked sad. “Fear is the feeling of death creeping up on you and you knowing it is impossible to stop. Fear is being helpless to stop it. Be thankful that you are still young.”
I nodded thanks and kept moving. Finally, I ask
Love To KillHe whispered in my ear, "Baby can I hug you around the neck?Love To Kill3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes really brighten up when you cry,
Judging by the marks on your wrist you already want to die."
Trying to recover and stop loving you,
But my heart has a mind of its own,
And I can never find better then you.
"You deserve everything that's coming for you.
Everything you do makes me rageful,
I can barely stand to see you breathe.
Now blow me a kiss as you're on your knees."
Each bruise is a mistake, and truly made of love.
I know how his heart of stone really feels,
I just have to mine through the bitterness.
"You won't ever leave,
Don't you know what my dad did to me?
Heart of Iceshe wishes for a heart of iceHeart of Ice6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a heart to hide her fears
she wishes for a heart of ice
a heart to freeze her tears
but if her heart of ice meets fire
then perhaps it will thaw
for if her heart of ice meets fire
she will surely pour out her emotions raw
Her Aesthetic CrusadeShe paints a world of crimson midnight,Her Aesthetic Crusade5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you watch the sanguine colors drip down her skin.
Wilted rose petals stain her wrist scarlet,
and canyons are carved deep in porcelain flesh.
"Battle scars," she tells you simply with a flick of the paintbrush,
meticulous as she resumes her sanguine masterpiece.
"Have you won?" you ask,
though you already know the answer.
She smiles fondly and holds up the tormented easel,
for all to see the newly wrought crevice of flaming burgundy.
"How can one win this war against the burning red, my friend,
when you can barely win the battle against yourself?"
You'll never break meHit meYou'll never break me6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sweet EmilyEmily is six years old.Sweet Emily5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Emily lives with Mommy and Daddy in a big house.
Emily doesn't have very many friends because she doesn't go to school, but that's okay!
Emily has Tabitha! Tabitha and Emily are best friends. Tabitha looks like Emily, too! They both have blonde hair, though Tabitha always has hers in pig tails. They both have green eyes, too. Mommy and Daddy tell Emily that her green eyes means she has a biiiiig imagination; so that means Tabitha does, too! But sometimes Mommy and Daddy don't believe Emily when she tells them all the fun she and Tabitha have together…
They don't believe Emily when she tells them that it was
An Obituary To My ChildhoodDearly beloved; we are gathered here today to mourn the passing of a very special and dear friend to all of us...our Childhood.An Obituary To My Childhood6 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Childhood. Ah, I remember you as clear as yesterday. You were certainly my truest friend throughout the years--with you, I could do anything. I could be anything.
Do you remember that for every white rabbit you saw, there was a hole with Wonderland awaiting you close by?
Do you remember when those shimmers in the air on a really hot day was actually Tinkerbell, trying to give you some pixie dust?
Do you remember seeing something out of the corner of your eye, and automatically you knew it was something from an enchanted forest just waiting for you to follow?
I do. I remember it all. Back then, imagination was the true form of currency. What are these "checks" and "credit cards" you speak of? All I need to do is think really hard, and I'll have some gold to give you!
But those days are over. We are not allow
Uninstallgazing in front of the screen, her eyes scroll across codes and blueprintsUninstall6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the archetypes of her life
each word scrolls along the monitor in vibrant, neon flashes
so many words, so many codes, so many commands, so many ways to ruin or improve her life
just a single keystroke, and everything can change
at last, her eyes settle on the one file she had been looking for; the one that mattered the most
a smile transcribes across her face as the cursor scrolls onto t
Lachrymosejust because there are people all around meLachrymose6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
doesn't mean I don't know what loneliness feels like
doesn't mean I go through every day faking a smile
when all I want to do is lock myself away and cry
because it feels like no one will want to understand or listen to
just because I have all the necessities of life
doesn't mean there isn't
where all I want to do
TemporalI am the yesterday waiting for my tomorrow,Temporal5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you are the future waiting for your past.
Let us correspond our oscillating hearts,
hidden behind adamantine bastions,
and together we shall fabricate a new
I Might Need YouI think I might need you,I Might Need You5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But here's the thing:
I'm spinning out of control
And careening off the side of the road.
I pretend to hold on to the wheel,
But we both know I'll crash.
It wasn't a fair fight.
If you would listen,
If you would actually listen,
You would hear me whispering
"I want you."
"I need you."
And if you would listen,
If you would actually listen,
You would know that
We are horribly wrong
For each other,
And that my words mean nothing.
But what's to stop us from
Sharing our sheets anyway?
We sleep folded together
Like slips of origami paper
Pressed so tightly that
We could not possi
Defense.It's a subtle feeling at first, then it warps your mind.Defense.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything and everyone you knew becomes obsolete.
Suddenly nothing's there except for the next rhyme.
But still, there's a spark and it sweeps you off your feet.
It terrifies you, you've never felt this have you?
You'll be fine though, the shock'll wear off soon.
Lightening strikes you speechless.
It shapes your every movement.
You step forward to reach it.
But it beats your subtle improvement.
Explosions roar inside your heart.
Everything is based on this, and it's pulling you apart.
Maybe this is the end.
But for me it's just beginning.
Because love I'll have to defend.
I wishI wish I was the type of person who could create a masterpiece in a matter of moments; rather than slave over something for hours and still not have it quite right.I wish6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I wish I had the ability to make words my soldiers; have them form whatever battalion I commanded them to, and call me "Lieutenant."
I wish I could be proud of the armies I train; instead of continuously hating the strategies they impose with which words and phrases they struggle so hard to be.
I wish I could feel the thrill of having twenty-four hours of fame; and actually deserving such an honor.
But most of all?
I wish I didn't have all these ambitions and longings; becaus